Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 09:36:36 EDT
From: leo fitz <twotwoeight@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother - A True Story

This is a true story about my brother and me.  I
hope you enjoy.

Please send your comments to
twotwoeight@hotmail.com.


My brother is seven years older them me.  We have
two sisters in-between our ages.  I guess I was about
five or six when this story took place.

As usual, my family was spending time in front of
the TV, except for my older brother.  Not interested
in what we were watching, I decided to go to my room.
On the way through the living room, I pasted by my
brother who was heading back into the family room.

"Hey, I want to show you something."

"What?" I said.

"I have to show you," he said.

So I followed him out of the living room to the
stairs leading to his bedroom.

"What is it?" I said again.

"I have to show you, it's in my room."

As we walked up the stairs, I keep asking what
was it, just like any curious kid.  If my older
brother had something for me to see, it must be really
neat.

As we walked into the room, he told me to sit
down on the bed. As I sat down, I saw he was closing
the door to his room.

"Why are you closing the door?"

"It's in the closet," he told me after a slight
pause.  In his room, you have to close the door to get
to the door of the closet.  As he closed the door, I
sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Now tell me, please."  I wanted to know what he
was going to show me.

"Close your eyes," he told me.

As I closed my eyes, I saw him walk over to where
I was sitting.  As my brother knelt before me, he told
me to lean back, which I did.  Why was my brother
making me lie back on his bed?

Then something really strange happened, he
started loosening my belt.  I thought, why did he want
my belt?

I looked up and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Close your eyes and be quiet." was his response.

So I did, and the next thing I knew, he was
loosening my pants.  Then down went my zipper.  And
than, in one move, he slid off my pants and underwear.

I was lying there in front of my brother with
nothing covering me.  I automatically reached over
with my hand and cupped my little dick.  As I looked
up, my brother pulled my hand away and looked at my
dick.  I moved my hand over again and he removed it
again to see my dick.  What was he doing?  Why did he
want to see my dick?  Once again I place my hand over
my dick and this time in a frustrated tone he said,
"Stop it!"

As I looked at my brother and watched him remove my
hand, I still could not understand what he was doing.
My brother looked up at me and said, "Lean back and
close you eyes."  But that time he said it with
affection in his voice, as if do what I ask little
brother, I know what's best for you.

So I leaned back, and than the most incredible
feeling came over me.  This was something that I had
never felt before.  Someone else was touching my dick;
my brother was feeling my dick and touching my little
ball sac, and what a wonderful feeling was coming over
me.

And my little dick responded quickly, getting
rock hard in what seemed like a matter of seconds.  I
loved what my brother was doing to my, it felt great.
He was rubbing his finger all over my hard dick,
touching the skin covering my little balls.

It felt so good; I lay there and let my brother
play with me, like we had never played before.  His
fingers ran up and down over my hard shaft, and
touched my sensitive little pink head.

This feels so good, I thought.  I loved what he
was doing to me.  Could this never end?  But it did.
I do not remember how long he played with me, but I
remember feeling him pull my pants back up.

"Put your pants back on."  I did as I was told.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, not believing what just had
happened.

"Now you do the same to me."

Do the same to him?  What was he talking about?
My brother lay on the bed, with is feet on the floor.
I knelt in front of him, not really knowing what to
do.

My brother looked up and said, "Take my pants
off."

So I reach up and started to undo his belt.  Then
his pants button, and his zipper.  As I pulled on his
pants he raised his ass, making it easy for me to
remove them.

And than I saw it, his dick, standing straight up
from body.  I was only about four inches long, maybe a
little more, but it was big to me.  There was not hair
yet around his dick, and his balls hung tight.

I reach up and touched it.  It felt warm and
smooth.  I touched the head, ran my little finger down
the line of skin and touched his balls. I ran my
finger around the outline of his balls, where the sac
meets the skin of the waist.  I ran my fingers back up
the shaft, circling the head of his dick.

I loved the feel of his dick.  I loved that my
brother was lying on his bed, letting me touch him. I
loved looking up and seeing his eyes closed, the
concentration on his face, as he enjoyed the work of
my little boy fingers.

He never made a sound.  He just lay there and let
me play with him.  This was a new game that I knew I
was going to like.

"OK that's enough," my brother said.

Just as quick as everything else had happened
that afternoon, he raised up from the bed, pulled his
pants up and stuffed his dick inside.

"Did you like what we did," he asked as he
reached for the doorknob.

"Yes."

"Your not going to tell anyone about this, are
you."

"No," I said.  I knew what we did was wrong, but
I like the way it felt.

"Do you want to do it again?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

And we did do it again, and again, but they are
other stories.


Please tell me what you think about my story.
But remember that it is my first try at writing.
twotwoeight@hotmail.com